Wherefore Art Thou...A Poem by Yellow ButterflyYoung loves dream.... aaah...Like a Venus fly trap she lays in wait She wonders is this really her fate Taking this one moment to reflect Not knowing really what to expect
Wherefore Art thou her precious one Her love is for real all said and done This heart of hers can take no more She loves him deep to her very core
Yet she lays in wait for him to come Deciding now should she leave and run Her phone rings, he’s giving her a call Him:
“Why you waiting there, I’m at the MALL” Her: "Oh!"
© 2013 Yellow ButterflyAuthor's Note
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